Be a Leader...!!!

hi friends..

well, after a long long break here i stand gathering the remnants of enthu which is lost forever in life to blog back.... it was nice to see getting so many hits for my blog... thanks to orkut.

here i stand in a inenviable postion where the world is moving so fast leaving me behind... i wonder can i cope with this worlds pace.... lots of things are bothering me .. neither i`m sure of wat exactly they are nor y they r bothering me...
definitely i`m at the edge of a ninety degree turn in my life with a new world to be leashed against me... i wonder how it goes hope it will be fun too....

i dont want to forget any of the moments that i will go thru from now on .... so i wanna make this blog a personal journal... i hope that i dont turn too lazy to blog..... so here i`m reviving my blog to get its lost glory....

The avenger.... who even avenged me early in the morning intruding into my sleep to finish the story.... finally here is the avenger hu successfully dressed and geared on to my "shor story classics " prof.. hopefully i guess he will do a good job there.

Here is the story which i wrote half awake and half in sleep. short stories r not meant to create a nerve tickling suspense, or u will never get satisfaction of being read a great story. this is wat i felt after my attempt on to a short story. i cribbed on every short story classic discussed in class that too written by great authors, but i realised it now.
It needs a introduction , a plot , a setting , a intrusion and a climax. And it needs the characters to be developed thru out the story. courtesy: my prof. evangelina manickam.

so enjoy my story :P

Urban/ city = Setting

revenge = theme

suspense = genre

dramatic = technique.

THE AVENGER

“ Get me one more bottle” yelled Mallesh Yadav to a boy in shorts and without a shirt who hardly hit his puberty, working at the poor mans bar making his earning to give an extra hand to meet his families requirements. It was a slightly deserted place in the outskirts of the city where daily waged workers came to feel the essence of life , to get drowsy and forget the pain and hardship they have been through the whole day. But contrary to this Mallesh Yadav wasn’t present there to forget his tiredness there was a special reason for him to be there. The gudumba (cheap liquor) not only gave drowsiness by taking them high, relaxed them from their physical hardship, temporarily kept their mental problems away from their thoughts but it also instilled certain brave instincts, to be bold and do the things which in normal state one would never dare to. This was exactly why he was here.

“ No more gudumba to you , you already had enough” yelled back the woman who ran the place.

“ I need it. I need to take more and finish all of this once and for all” screamed back Mallesh , looking fiercely, “ how could he.. ..how dare he lay a hand on my wife…I never myself laid a hand on her though she did on me… I already had enough of him..Its either him or me who will remain to see the sun tomorrow” said Mallesh looking at his fellow mates who are all woozing by the effect of gudumba. The words were fearsome, his face has turned red with a murderous instinct, that shivered everyone to their bones.

“Stop shouting, you lousy scumbag, get away from here, you already owe me 120 rupees … next time you better not enter the place without them” shouted the woman.

Having been kicked out from the place, Mallesh took off on his rickshaw riding past the poor dwellings which would do well with a few repairs and replacements. After a while he entered the city with multistoried shopping places, the road was packed with vehicles people. The beggars sitting on pavement, chased every car that stopped by the shops, desperately trying to get a few coins. The tired shop owners were waiting to close their shops. There were small stalls on the pavement selling pani poori, mirchi bajji, with little children serving the customers. The people gathered near these pavement shops, with loads of shopping bags, chatting and smiling. Mallesh became even more disturbed and furious at this sight and thought, “these rich people always want to get more and more rich. They don’t even think twice while exploiting poor people. They should all be lined up and shot”, he though. He rode up a small bridge which was built over a railway line to regulate the heavy traffic. Riding up the bridge was easier for him this time as there were no passengers in his rickshaw. On his way he saw few places of worship mosques, temples , churches. They all blended in their respective styles. He approached better area of living. Where cars moved from ambassadors to santro and matiz.

Mallesh was a rickshaw puller, a machine created by a man to carry another man, by a man replacing the oxes, buffaloes and even donkeys to show that man is treating animals equally. His wife worked as a servant cleaning utensils and washing clothes in many houses. They had two children, a girl and a boy who where studying in a government school sitting on dusty benches, playing in sterile fields and who always lives in their own luxurious world where they have everything they wish for . Theirs was all a happy family before the disaster came smiling down their family. 7 years back Mallesh was affected with dengue fever and he was treated at the Government general hospital, which was supposed to treat him for free, but the doctors and workers sucked his blood to make their living leaving Mallesh with a debt of 3000 rupees. Mallesh`s wife borrowed that money from Ramachandra one of her masters, who was a Brahmin, and also a local priest. There was this belief that couples who are tied the knot under his supervision would live happily ever after. He was known to be a good negotiator and would settle any kind of disputes. This was the only side of Ramachandra that people saw. Ramachandra was also a cunning and opportunistic person. He took advantage of their miserable situation and forced them onto a bond.

As they were’nt able to pay that amount, he made Mallesh`s wife to work as their full time servant. Since then she has been working at his house and she did for 7 years yet he told them that still they didn’t clear the debt, naturally he was good at convincing them that. Things got uglier when Ramachandra started insisting Mallesh`s wife to work more and more and this day in particular he got rough and beat her for breaking a luxurious set of glasses while she is moving them from cupboard to another , which were presented to him by a couple whose problems were sorted by him. She even complained that there are many cases where he made a move on her. Mallesh was boiling with rage. Though he was illiterate he had this intuition that they were made to over work.

It was a silent street, unlike the noisy ones he just crossed few minutes back, he stood there in front of a duplex which was about a decade old, with a small garden in front of it. This was the very house where he dropped his wife early in the morning before going to work and picked up a dull exhausted wife later in the night.

His anguish turned into a violent outrage. He started shouting at the top of his voice in the street. The sight of his house made him go crazy, seemed like the gudumba did have a affect on him.

“ Raaaama chandra , come out you lazy scoundrel” … screamed Mallesh dragging his name to make it more appealing…

Mallesh could neither see the building nor was he sure if he was at the right place. Nevertheless he didn’t stop screaming.

“ The so called priest , the one who connect people to god ,... come out u bastard” shouted Mallesh

Inside the house, Ramachandra who was just done with his pooja, was taken by surprise at this development. He didn’t expect a low caste person to dare enter his place and confront him. His wife was equally frightened, but the only one expressing it. Ramachandra sat ice cold. The fact that all his neighbours by now might have assembled in their varandas to listen to this is more devastating. “Why do people always show interest in others issues, why they enjoy while others are being humiliated. Aahh… these people are pathetic” he thought to himself. He wasn’t left with any choice but to hope that the peasant would shout for a while and leave. But that didn’t seem to be happening at all.

“ the one who prays to gods , and one who insist on advocating morals is the one who is misbehaving with needy unhelpful woman who came to serve u” he said. “ how can u get so mean , pathetic and cheap” saying this he lost his control… he threw the bottle he carried through out the way incase he needs to boost his anger. It exploded on his masters iron gate and made a huge noise which drew more attention from the neighbours.

“ come on now here I am… it doesn’t prove your bravery with a helpless woman…now lets decide whose gonna survive.”

“come out will settle this once and for all” yelled Mallesh,

It went on and on and on

Ramachandra was losing his patience. He couldnt take it any longer his reputation was at stake. All the hard work he put in to deceiving people and the luck that haunted him to get this reputation everything was going to be destroyed. He realized he had to act fast. But he was too scared, “what if he picks a stone throws at him, wat if he attacks him.” he thought. The more agonizing thought was how the pride of his clan would be affected if he died in the hands of a low-caste person.

“ When your wife is still alive.. why do you want to make a move on my wife, you bastard” his voice echoed all that colony.

That was it, he couldn’t take it any longer… its better to die than to lose the respect. He wouldn’t let a servant’s husband ruin his hard earned reputation. So he got up, his heart was bumping hard, his hands were shivering as he moved to wear the white coloured short and the traditional mund, he put a longer tilakam on his forehead. He looked like the true messenger of god in that outfit. He took his wife and started moving to entrance.

The sight of him made Mallesh go dumb. Mallesh was shocked to see him. His very appearance was so commanding that he forgot his right to speech. The furious look on his face sent additional electric shocks to his mind. His heart missed a beat. He stood ice cold infront of him. His anger and annoyance seems gone hidden somewhere in the deep of his heart. He started shivering. He don’t know wat to do. He felt the only thing left to do is to wish him.

“ namaste ji” he said . his voice cracking.

“Mallesh Yadav.. is that you??.” Said Ramachandra firmly, while he was still trembling inside.

“yes ji” he replied

I should say I am disappointed in you. Did you intend to mean all those words you were using. You feel you were being indignant?? What do you want Mallesh. What can I do to satisfy your anger. Do you want to kill me ??” he posed the question to Mallesh

“ what are you talking master … you are my god.. how can I ever think of killing my god”

“ no Mallesh I can feel it. If you think killing me can make you a better person , and takes away all your problems i`m ready to die”

“ no master don’t use such big words “ said Mallesh

“ but one thing Mallesh remember I `m the one who helped you to get out of that bed when you were ill. I prayed to god everyday all those days when you were in hospital. If you kill me you will do me a favour by making my way easier to heaven”

“ but on the other hand .. you will definitely enter hell.. because you are killing an innocent person and it will be a unweighble sin. Mallesh He will be noting everyones sins and good deeds. This world is not big Mallesh, not big enough to run away from fate and God. If u don’t want to pay the debt which brought your life back then don’t pay it.”

“ but later wen this unforgivable sin haunts you and you end up with a bigger disease don’t come to me. Remember you will loose a helping hand forever and ever . Its up to you, if you want to kill me please feel free. Lets finish this once and for all. I will take anything with smile Mallesh”

Tears started rolling from Mallesh`s eyes, listening to all this. He folded his hands in reverence and fell on Ramachandra’s feet and begged for pardon.

“Its all my mistake , my mistake. I made small issue to a bigger one” he cried

“I shouldn’t have come this far to trouble you, sorry for everything, my wife is your slave master, you have the right to yell at her if she does a mistake… how foolish of me to forget that”

“ sorry for trouble master… I should’nt have done all this… I have committed a big sin, by doing this. How can I get exempted from this sin… I believe there is no exemption for blaming an innocent and understanding master”

“ she will work master , she will work in your house till the debt is cleared… thanks for everything you have done for us so far… till I and My wife can breathe, will serve u and pay u back if we cant I will make my children to serve u”

“ I misunderstood u for a while, please forgive me, I will never ever repeat this again. you are definitely the true messenger of god”

Saying all this he rose from ground took a courtesy blessing by bowing to him and Mallesh left, ashamed of himself for the act he had done.

Ramachandra left back into his house giggling in his heart.

GOD is a DJ

God is a DJ. You neither know wats the next rhythm awating u nor the time the rhythm gonna change, but u need to keep dancing to his tunes.This had been my google status for the last couple of days. Gods every action is a baffle, When i first read the line GOD is DJ, i felt how funnily and elementarily these baffles hav been encrypted into 3 word sentence where it conveys whole hell out of it.

Definitely GOD is no different from dj, its all upto him. there is nothing one can do, other than to dance according to the tunes played by him. Every one hav their own rhythm they wish to be played and to dance that way. The hard and the intellect, hu r strong to take on life, will stand to the tunes and take life the way it comes and mould it to the way they want it to be while the rest cribs & spits on the whole system and keep waiting for a wonder. Not many are lucky to hav their fav tune to be played. May be u r one lucky nuke or a unlucky slug still the attitude matters. Definiltely one can dance to any tune either in way putting zeal and life into it to make more appealing, or with a lousy mind frame detesting the dj and the rhythm. Its all to the one hu wants to dance.

Barely there will be fun in life if it lacks frustration. When the rhythm is single, plain, simple and smooth u never realise the role of DJ. One rates the DJ based on the way he mixes tunes , how he makes u to dance. The change of tunes make u realise there is DJ existing. The tunes are not auspicated they might mislead. The tunes can bore u or might boost u. The tunes can depress you or exalt you. The next tune can kill you or give u a memorable chance to esteem. It can sometimes take ur heart away , or it might take the person whom u love most away, or it can be the time which u r anticipating every second, to reach or not to reach. The next ryhthm always holds a surprise to u. Aint that the way it shud be happening to make it more appealing rather than a known routine mixes. you know its true.

When you are lost on dance floor where billions are dancing , one shud assure his presence is being felt , one need to make sure that their dancing rhythm matches with others around. one need to hav faith in dj hoping for a time where ur favourite rhythm will be played which sails u soothingly into ur own world. one shudnt forget the sad tunes, they had been thru before at the same time they should never loose the hope of enchating future rhythms that are up the DJs sleeve. The optimism and attitude matters. So its all in the hands of almighty DJ , to make u to dance. The one thing utmost anyone can do is to complain to the fellow dancing friend that u didnt actually like the current rhythm.

The Ooty Trip That Rocked

"The weather is humidly perplexed, mind is utterly relaxed

drudge inside is kipping, while party time is intruding"

how can the feeling of the day where exams end and vacation start be described? that too, wen u done with a semester at IIT ..well i cant describe, its something that one can only feel, the dizzy mind , the relaxed body , the play ful mood and ofcourse a thirsty mind for boozy night. well i missed a boozy night coz i was made to shop, neverthless i see here myself a one more semester old. it makes me feel i`m reaching my death bed closer and closer i can hear the mourning raaga and can see the coffin. may be i`m being pessimistic. But wasnt left with any option so i hav to carry on.The next day after my last quiz on which i`m supposed to go to kishkinta which i`m not so willing coz of certain reason which even i`m not clear enough, one of my close friends and room neighbour raghavendra aka raghu came up with a interesting offer. he made a offer that i couldnt resist not the way in the movie god father where he points a gun to head and ask people to accept the offer but the offer is lil different. it goes this way ` he will take me to ooty in a rented car-- will pay all my expenses -- will give me few bucks for my expenses -- he will safely get me back to chennai. and i need to pay it later after some 3 months in installments`. wow...a total irresistable offer. ofcourse raghu wasnt left with many options ( coz of certain reasons ... thats a diff story ) except to make a offer to me. so it didnt take much time to get convinced to the offer so i decided to stay in the team. the team of five, the big boy raghu , the smiley prashanth , the unpredicatable harinath and one and only f1 racer who is naive of reverse gear sass. and so thats exactly how the memorable trip started. now one thing i can say is... any trip from here on i make needs to be highly extravagant to be more memorable than this trip. i feel no trip can beat this.

so the scheduled plan is we wil be starting at 1:30 on saturday travel to ooty or if we cant make by night to ooty we stop at someplace but we will be in ooty by next day morning 9, stay there for two nights and then move to kodaikanal and then jump back to the boring chennai. finally we ended with a plan that no way fits into this. so the days is decided the time is confirmed and people are warned not to be late. after one night fight for certain accesories we ended up gettin all required items importantly sasi kanth`s ipod which stayed with us in every need and deed. it was so kindful to us it never even asked us to charge it. after not so uncommon last minute hurry by every one the trip commenced and fun started rolling in. wen i look back at ths trip there are certain disturbing things which we argued upon , things on which we fighted for a while , things we blamed on one other and things we got annoyed but final thing i can say is if these hadnt happened we wud hav defintely missed certain kind of fun. so the journey started in hot and humid afternoon , the sweat was pouring down and the uncomfortable ease was building up. we are expecting a smooth journey , exactly at that time the first unwanted thing strucked us. we ran out of petrol and we hav to push the car for another half kilometre to make our journey faster. definitely it can be considered as one unexpected memorable moment pushing a santro in the hot climate when the sun is grinning at us right over our heads. poor prashanth dressed up in a short which is few inches above knee. he remained special attention to crowd giggles while pushing the car , and it would definitely remain a memorable drive to sass coz thats his one and only drive with no cribbs ,suggestions and warnings. luckily the petrol bunk is not so far and special appreciation to raghu for his energetic pushing of car. so after a tank full ( thats a kind of revenge on petrol ) we resumed our mission . after few fights for setting AC blowers direction peace was resumed. after a few breaks and few arguments about halts we kept on moving with few laughs. sass prashanth and me shared a parota which we ate in the car moving with 100 kmph trying not to spill the curry at the same time not sparing parota. we ate just like how people who are starved for weeks tend to eat wen given food.

I feel one shouldnt be deprived of things they want to do. if they are deprived they burst out and gets eager and eager to do the thing which they are deprived off. i guess sass is deprived of letting him to drive a car. so he was so eager to get into the driving seat. based on sass`s bike driving we are not as conident as he is in his driving abilities. it was secretly decided before journey to try our level best not to give sass the driving seat to save the world or atleast a couple of lives or atleast ours. after few kilometres of journey the sass`s misery started. he started commanding us to give him the drivers seat , later he asked , later he pleaded. to satisfy him it was decided to give him the seat after few kms. no one knows wats this few implies , it depends on generosity of raghu. we drove much slower than we anicipated. we moved accordingly on the map. luckily the map is accurate. on the way at some night 2` o clock we were stopped by a big `Radham ` which is 4 storied building high so we decided to hav a look.unfortunately it turned out to be fiasco. after parking a car we realised there is old, yet a bigger temple near by. this radham amused us so we started picturing it . what we missed is there are security guards who are guarding it and we need to take prior permission for taking a photograph. so a guard caught us taking photos and demanded us to return the film. as usually we had language problem in communicating with so we decided to get into car and run away. so we got into the car started it and drove fast but we cudnt escape the one shot from the stick he is carruing that gave a dent to car. we drove exactly in the opposite way which we hav to travel. so we need to cut this road once again to get on to track. so we hid ouselves and car to see the any unwanted consequences. the thing that scared us most is this tamil village people are too strict regarding this temple issues. wat if the enitre village wakes up and confront us? wat if they crush cam ?? there are million questions that ran thru us minds. but definitely we missed common sense that time. probably that running away is unnecessary. i guess that guard is expecting a ten or a twenty rupee note. either we shud hav sorted it out in a better way or we shud hav said no photos are taken . coz of these confused array of events this remained one of our unexpected memorable moment.

After few mins of drive sass took over the driving and its damn late and i crashed in the back seat along with raghu and prashanth. thought we are crashing our sub conscious is still on sass driving as we are approaching ghat road which will be full of deadly slopy curves. after few hours crash i was scared to see some huge vehicle which took a deadly curve and also took away my sleep, i woke up to realise we started traveling on ghat roads and we are into the amazing nilgiris. so i alerted people and they too lost their sleep. the curves are not so deadly but they are deadly. at this point of time it seemed sass is doing to good job with driver seat. we stoped there to hav a coffee at a stall near lass water falls.we could hardly see the water fall but the sound was scary enough. we had warm coffee in the cold ooty morning. the journey from hear on was rocking awesome. the cold wind hitting us, the amazing mountain view , the racing clouds , passing fog the unexpected narrow roads with deadly curves. at one point we got mesmerised by these admirable beauty of nature so we had to stop for a photo shoot near connoor a town near to ooty with beautiful view of mountains. from here on every full stop in this blog implies either a sarcatic comment is made on harinath which he generally takes to heart and fights back or some dumb argument made or dumb joke cracked by harinath, and also a dot here on implies harinath busy working with his money maintenance book.if someone keeps arguing with harinath rest of us wil hav a great fun time. we all need to thank him again and again for his unpredictable attitude. now i`m scared, i dont know how he will react to this. the important thing i forgot to mention is harinath is entitled to do the finance coord post. to be accurate and easily attributable he maintained a small book in which he noted every economical transaction. every i meant literally every, he made a entry into sass account for one rupee with which he bought a mango piece. he kept on referring it now and then to be updated. here on every full stop implies either hari referring his book or we making fun of that book.

By 7 in the morning we reached ooty but not sure where to stay. heard from local junta that most of cottages are booked and its hard to get one. so we ended up taking room in some cuppa level hotel a double bed room for five so that it will be economically liable. so after agonal bath with water which will be around 6 or 7 degree celsius we got ready and started crashing. definitely thats not wat we all went for but after a tired journey we cudnt resist sleep. we slept hard as if we were in some class or lecture. we woke up again at 11 as we are reminded us of our virtues. A special mention here, sass and me had special shave which include rough handling and sloppy work with ice for 20 bucks. i dont accept on the point that we are fooled. its really a special shave for which me and sass had the feel till evening. exactly at this point while we return ing from so called special shave we found certain shop. i exactly cant figure it out either we are very lucky enough or the poor hyderabadi who ran off from hyd is very unlucky but finally we did found it... the none other than `` THE HYDERABADI BIRYANI HOUSE `` ( u wil understand why he is unlucky in due time ) so naturally the chauvinist hyderabadis decided to hav biryani at this place. the biryani is delicious and also pretty cheap.

we enquired abt the places to view and decided to attack dodabetta , the highest peak in nilgiris which is 2700 mts high from mean sea level. so one can get a better view of whole nilgirs. so we started for our first sight to see following a dumb ooty map. that map is simple, if it shows a right turn from the place u r standing it means there is no right turn for two kms eithr front or back.it took a while for us to realise it. so we decided to stop refering to mao and enquire wherever we can from local junta. after wasting a long 1 hr and few litres of petrol we started for dodabetta. meanwhile we had a small photo shoot on the way where the mountains are occupied with tall trees with leaves only at top so its not bushy enough, there is a clear path and tried for video shoot which wud hav turned out to be tooo soood if sass hadnt messed with it. finally after few beautiful land scapes. we reached dodabetta it takes a whole 10000 characters to describe the place. we actually saw clouds flosting over us, clouds forming from mountain , the way they are colliding and generating lightining. i can definitely say we are on cloud number 1 - few hundreds.it was little scary though. its definitely a place to be. its simply awesome awesome and awesome i dont find many words that exaclty describes it. our next plan is to go to ooty lake to hav boat ride. but time didnt pertain us to do, so we shifted our plan to go to botanical gardens. so after parking a the car a half kilometre from botanical gardens which is the car parking for visitors of botanical garden. the moment we entered the botanical garden we realised its the happening place in ooty. i found few trees and lots and lots of people. may be coz i`m too confined to beauty as i stay in chennai and that too in iit madras, i found every girl with boobs and without a dark skin is good looking. not only me i found even rest of junta are feelin the same way. this place is pretty cool. i can see loads and loads of trees which we dont find regularly and few which need cold climate to sustain , few trees that are pretty huge few trees that are pretty tall few trees that pretty scary. this garden is so long that we gave up half way thru and deicded to walk back and actually we are so tired we tried crawling at certain places that are sloppy enough so that we can comeback with less effort . we had few coffe and lots of chat there at a place where kids are playing away to glory , and people are smiling away for eternity and sun is taking its turn to sleep while moon is grinning . finally after few chats and loads of laughter wen sun is down and lights are on we started walking out cutting thru the mist and fog . we came to rooom took a break for while went to net centre and uploaded pics into ipod with lot of pain. there is a whole lot of confusion abt havin grub that night over which we had few misunderstandings. we wanted to hav excellent grub as cheap as possible so that we can make a halt at banglore via mysore. so after almost entering many hotels and snacks corners we decided to go back to apni hyderbadi biryani house. so we delayed and delayed b4 deciding that. by the time we reached hbh we are invited by tired wokers and empty room and cleaned benches. so we started pleading for some food of any form so that we can get off going another kilometre for hotel. initially it didnt work . after hyderbadi - hyderabadi sentiment they accepted to share few romali rotis which the workers made for them selves. so after pulling off more rotis then we asked initially for we had a decent grub and rushed into room for a eager crash.

that night we had yet another argument in deciding the next few days plans and planning money accordungly. though it started in a serious way it ended perfectly in funny manner. sass and prashanth decided to sleep in car and after few mins of review on harinath economic guide he took off light to let us sleep properly. the one thing we realised here is in ooty u dont find fan. so we started missing fans. we missed the sound it makes irrespectively it blows in air or not. we had sound sleep that night. so here the first day of our journey came to a end.

wow... often i wonder how whirling a mind can go.... coz still i cant make out how i opened a site named blogger and indeed start blogging wen i`m supposed be a good boy and mug for my end sem which is just few hours away which is insanely boring as ever.... whoever might hav said key board is mightier than sword... now i`m getting the hang of it..... myself being a introvert who can spend days and days of isolation, who can happily laugh to my own jokes, cry to my miseries, dance to my beats and sing (unfortunately to some one else tunes) was stoned to ....write something which i want to write... express something which i want to express....
but now all i left with is a questionaire which the world doesnt hav answers.... y do we speak... y do we write... may be i am naive to express wat i want to express.. and also it might be coz its my first blog.. hmm.. sounds a valid reason...
Expressing wat u want is not an easy task coz finding out wat u want is not possible. atleast i feel so. sometimes i often get discarded from this world ( not exactly while playing comp games )
in trying to realise wat i want. ironically i dont know wat i want by writing this blog. upon irrestible force by best buddy who is worthy enought to mention, here goes plzz welcome his highness subbu... subba rao( the only virtuous guy i ever met,)i started blogging. i dont know how my blogging life goes , i hope it doenst turn into a fiasco.
coz of the exam i hav half of my brain is not coordinating with my hand and it wishes to stop this blogging while the other half is too interested in blogging something.
one thing i love about blogs is they are funny. i read a certain blog which says indira gandhi maintained two husbands , i think upon a hard search i can find someone claiming they had a video which shows gandhi having a threesome. this is how blogs go. there are very few people who can give rational head to thoughts and judge. most of them gets driven by their moral and personal obligations. i try my level best not to get biased if at all i need to judge or justify something which on a grayer area. that needs a lot experience , sharp though , quick and good analyzing capablities which i think i hav and i can improve.
so its a dawn of a new day, here i am to revive the lost world where only sanity , love and caring exist.
now i think its all done ... the flag has been waved , the pistol wat shot , whistle has blown , i just need to reload and run, and get back to my work. coz someother time i can worry abt world or else i might make world worry abt me specialy my accounting prof. probably i guess if at all i make him worry he wil be worried to worry abt me coz it might waste his time as he is always busy flying and flying from continents to continents. so i will go and make balance sheet.